I was so excited when the commandants came to town
They were billeting I was 1 of 20 men
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Straight out of high school we were known as rookies
Two years has gone and I wonder how long this war will last
They war was nothing like I imagined lots of deaths and injuries
I was scarred but I could not let that show
It has been along fortnight out here
As we go back to our barracks
I see that my comrades from high school had all gone
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I was sure to be next
It was time to fight again
We were heavies in a queue
Sitting in a trench waiting for orders to attack
I was dreading this very moment
Fighting without my friends there was no reason for me here
We were finally given the whistle
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The sign telling us time to fight
As I was fighting, I did not know what I was fighting for anymore
Freedom, independence, power, respect
A bombardment hit next to me it took off my arm
A soldier carried me back to the dressing station
As the orderlies were patching up my wound
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I remember all the times my friends and me had before this
And I start to cry because I know it’s my time
I was so naïve I should have listened to my mother
I was her young boy her only boy
Today is a dead day
Today I am dead
I was so excited when the commandants came to town
They were billeting I was 1 of 20 men
Straight out of high school we were known as rookies
Two years has gone and I wonder how long this war will last
They war was nothing like I imagined lots of deaths and injuries
I was scarred but I could not let that show
It has been along fortnight out here
As we go back to our barracks
I see that my comrades from high school had all gone
I was sure to be next
It was time to fight again
We were heavies in a queue
Sitting in a trench waiting for orders to attack
I was dreading this very moment
Fighting without my friends there was no reason for me here
We were finally given the whistle
The sign telling us time to fight
As I was fighting, I did not know what I was fighting for anymore
Freedom, independence, power, respect
A bombardment hit next to me it took off my arm
A soldier carried me back to the dressing station
As the orderlies were patching up my wound
I remember all the times my friends and me had before this
And I start to cry because I know it’s my time
I was so naïve I should have listened to my mother
I was her young boy her only boy
Today is a dead day
Today I am dead